Dreamer's place

22 / Tolkien, fantasy and nature enthusiast/ A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground.

[hoe4byron]

sorry bro can't go out tonight. i'm stuck in an eternal state of melancholy

[onlymindforthestars]

A gentle sound, sort of a whisper, reaches the bedsheets I'm tucked under.

So similar to the memory I have of you, when you breathe next to me.

Maybe that's what it's like to miss someone and feel their touch, as you fall asleep.

[trupniy]

[angelbabymikaa]

my 5 year plan is to genuinely just have a good day

[disteal]

shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

[disteal]

Thank you everyone for another great turnout to the january-february mass depressive episode

[kilsie]

So it turns out I actually have to build the life I want to live

[xanaxfarts]

Assortment of whimsy window grates

[goodbyetothenight]

"Here, I brought you a burger."

[he-wears-fine-things-well]

Jake is a whore because he betrayed his entire species for some hot aliens after knowing them for three months. Quaritch is a bigger whore because he did it in three minutes

[pandoraslxna]

"He asked for no pickles"

[chechula]

Tolkien (Bilbo) Inktober challenge ( @gnometheartist is to blame!) First three I drew with just regular ink, but I got bored and stopped drawing for a few days...and then I did the last picture, an experiment that combines ink drawing + scratching (in the background) ! I want to try this technique more in the next drawings ♥

[onlymindforthestars]

exam season again guys when does it end

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)

[stuckinapril]

do job interviewers know we’re all going to die one day

[poetic-questions]

—Franz Kafka, "The Diaries" (from the travel diaries, 1912)

[originalromanticsir]

When you're committed, the weather doesn't matter. In travel - or love.

[coffee-and-quotes]

“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[molotovgrifter]

sorry i said gay when you and your buddy had a massive falling out and tried to kill each other. it just kinda looked like that.